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I swear to you, unnatural magics are coming from that cave! There are strange noises and lights! We need someone to investigate!

Let's hope we succeed.

Come to sell me something special, or did you just want to look through my merchandise?

Be careful around the burial stones. I don't want to haul you back to Jorrvaskr on my back.

The anticipation is killing me. Can you figure out who has the contract? Which one will you choose?

We tunneled into an old crypt. We're warning strangers to keep out.

It's our honor to have you there.

In fact, I need to arrange for someone to pick up an ore sample for me in Shor's Stone... goodness knows Elgrim won't lift a finger to do it.

Elisif! I said I'd handle it.

So the disgusting pig sent you to bother me? One day, I'll tear his face apart so he can leave me alone.

Oh, excuse me, milady. I'll be glad to sell you an elixir after I'm done with these fine people.

Maven was down here right before you got back and she was all smiles. Haven't seen her like that in a long time.

May all your adventures be worthy of telling.

No... please, you have to help me! You don't understand what they do to people here!

You know, this is one of a very few places where you can receive a real education in the schools of magic.

Keep your eyes open. I'm not sure what to expect when we enter the cistern.

Old fort. Abandoned for years. They're like jackals, making their home anywhere they can find.

The cornerclub's been filling up at night lately. I'll bet Elda up at Candlehearth is jealous.

The Empire showed its true colors today, eh? Don't worry. I was once loyal to the Empire, too, before my eyes were opened.

How are the new breeds getting along with my dogs?

This one angered someone pretty high up in the keep. Can I count on you to get this done for me?

It was an old Nord proverb. It said, the best way to get over the loss of a lover is to find a new one.

Some day soon, you will all see battle. And what you do here, today, may well save your lives!

He surrendered pretty meekly, too. So much for his death-or-glory reputation.

There's plenty that needs doing.

I would lead the song of triumph as our mead hall reveled in his stories.

You should have run away.

Tell me, son. Any truth to these stories I been hearing. About you gluing a cow's udders shut? You really do something like that?

I return from the war to find my home overrun with bandit filth.

I... won't... surrender!

What are you on about? Let's just get the treasure here and go.

Our actual position and policies are irrelevant. No matter the facts of the response, it will certainly be twisted to suit the whims of either group.

No offense, of course.

I had my years of war and fighting. Senseless, all of it. All I want now is a rake and a patch of good soil.

It's been easier lately.

How's the newcomer look?

Are you all right? Can you walk?

I've heard you may actually be stronger than you look. Perhaps we can hunt together someday.

You know exactly... no. Not this time.

But aren't even you the least bit nervous? After everything that's happened?

You must understand. If Cicero is turning the others against me... against us... Our Family would not survive such division.

Well, spit it out. What's the matter?

You'll want to speak with Mirabelle Ervine right away. And welcome to the College of Winterhold.

Don't get too far ahead.

Ulfric. Stop.

The research I've done seems to indicate that Skorm Snow-Strider left part of his journal here after laying siege.

Be careful up there.

As you say, my Jarl.

Now you die!

Always a pleasure to meet a prospective bard.

You serve your time by digging. So dig.

I don't know. I think I realized that out in the world, my skills would bring me more wealth as a thief rather than an assassin.

Disciples of Kynareth could sense something holy in it, and traveled far to hear the winds of the goddess in its branches.

I guess we also owe you something for locking you up. Here, my family's ring. And everything the guards confiscated from you.

Most impressive.

Skyrim is the birthplace of humanity. The birthplace of honor. And those snowbacked Imperials renounced both when they laid down before the Thalmor.

I was beginning to lose faith that any help would come.

This way, come on!

To guide its people through this time of transition, to help lead them to a better future.

It was a mistake, and now I want back what I gave him. It's an amulet that belonged to my family, and I never should've given it to Enthir.

So I'm finally seeing you with a smile on your face.

All eyes are on you, lad. Don't disappoint us.

It's difficult to explain to the layman -- forgive me if I begin waxing alchemic.

But then... out of nowhere... a dragon attacked...

So, what do we have here? Hmm. Let me guess.

I don't fight Lars no more, if that's what you're worried about.

By Ysmir! Nothing kills it!

Come on, we'd better get moving.

Well, until they do, I don't have any business to discuss with outsiders.

You have vanquished a great evil from Skyrim. You have saved this land... and our very souls.

It's pretty simple. Ulfric founded the Stormcloaks years ago, as a sort of private army to advance his ambitions.

The Empire would have us become slaves to the Thalmor. We are not slaves. We are men. Free men who will slay anyone who begs to differ.

Push off, will you?

He could be this Esbern you're looking for, but I don't know. He's old and seemed kind of crazy. That's all I know.

Please, tell me you've found the crystal. I've no wish to die in this place.

He is not compelled to come, but the dov are prideful by nature. Few could resist such a challenge. Especially from you, Dovahkiin.

You should bring this information to the Thieves Guild immediately.

You have piqued my curiosity, however. Please, do continue.

I cannot thank you enough for rescuing me from this place. I suspect I'd never again see the light of day otherwise.

Quickly, what did you want?

I had a daughter, once. She'd be 23 this year. Married to some hot-headed silver worker or maybe on her own learning the herb trade.

With pleasure. Nature has a way of finding vengeance, though. You walk a bleak path, friend. One that will lead to suffering.

I've already told you everything I know, I swear.

Don't worry, citizen. I'm on top of that little matter we discussed.

We're taking the capital. Meet the soldiers gathering for the attack. Move it!

Oh no! You're the one from Brynjolf's outfit, aren't you?

Dragons were never gone. They were just invisible and very, very quiet.

My bloodin' days might be over, but my son Idolaf is out there fightin' for Skyrim! Fightin' for the Empire! Ha!

That's all they are... rumors. So quit worrying.

Well, you clearly possess the minimum aptitude required. Congratulations. I'll escort you up to the gate.

I can see it in your eyes - you've seen the land of the gods and returned.

If you can get onboard that ship. Kill Titus Mede II, as contracted... I will reveal the location of the dead drop that holds your payment.

The streets are safer now, thanks to you.

Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.

My father is Alvor, the blacksmith. I'm his assistant. I mean, apprentice.

You know very well what I'm talking about. You're saying that I only married Bolli for his gold and that I don't really love him.

What are you waiting for? Let's get this over with.

Please... don't break my wares!

I had retained Enthir's services in, uhh, acquiring something specific.

One person's trash is another's treasure. Don't be surprised if you find that gone...